Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.